The words from my worker on Friday... He was on his second pint though
Hopefully the next person that starts thinks the same.
He must've had some crap jobs.
Best job I had was working in a police station in Ireland when I was in the army.
I had a company car, wore civilian clothes, and carried a Walther PPK for my personal protection weapon; I felt like a Japanese Geordie James Bond.
My actual job was to be friendly and get information out of the five special branch coppers there with respect to daily shootings (I was attached to the Intelligence Corps), but as soon as I started there was a ceasefire, which meant I didn't have much of a job. And because no-one knew how long the ceasefire would last, I had to be kept in post.
So I spent my day starting late, finishing early and in-between, being a gym rat and swanning around the offices chatting up the women.
The only downside was that I met the (now ex) wife there.